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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 10:03pm
18th Oct 2021 10:03pm
POLL: THE PRODUCTION LINE
PROMOTION
Speech much like inciting a rebelion
words full of sanctimonius wrath
a form of disguise, substituting motivation
— hear yeah, the wisdom of the righteous
candidates selling themselves off
as the champion of your interest
SALES
The exercise of free choice in democracy
is much like a market of monopoly
where choices are limitted edition only
— vote yeah, the brand of oligarchs
greedy crocodiles who gave away money
In public coffers they profitted greatly
AFTER-SALES ...
Speech much like inciting a rebelion
words full of sanctimonius wrath
a form of disguise, substituting motivation
— hear yeah, the wisdom of the righteous
candidates selling themselves off
as the champion of your interest
SALES
The exercise of free choice in democracy
is much like a market of monopoly
where choices are limitted edition only
— vote yeah, the brand of oligarchs
greedy crocodiles who gave away money
In public coffers they profitted greatly
AFTER-SALES ...
#politics
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DevonJones409
Poem Published
21st Apr 2022 10:46pm
21st Apr 2022 10:46pm
Seeing the beauty
A man of many words can inspire lots
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
with a tiny verse of courage,
A woman has finely tuned emotions,
With unfathom pinpoint intuition,
A neutral being is beautiful to,
With insight to equality,
A naturouse plant that grows all over,
With undying growth, lifes quality,
An for the animals that roam this earth,
Your so wondrous an natural.
There's so much beauty in the world,
From urban town, to land rural,
Keep and accept all the beauty
That you find and seek, for this will,
Enrich your soul and Life's being.
#love
#courage
#LGBT
#nature
#respect
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FeNyX
Poem Published
26th Dec 2020 8:59am
26th Dec 2020 8:59am
Meatball Surgery Or How I Purge?
Bloody wounds all 'round
Deep sucking oozing canyons
Of carnage seeping all 'round
White and red red and white
Black and red Black and white
My pages are made of gauze
Where I bleed my wounds on the bloody pages sworn
For all to gawk at and ridicule
In open argument or silent retinue
Here let me write more for your amusement
A flick of the blade ...
Flash of implement raised
A deft controlled slice with no more pain
As easy as that I open a vein ...
Bloody wounds all 'round
Spill...
Deep sucking oozing canyons
Of carnage seeping all 'round
White and red red and white
Black and red Black and white
My pages are made of gauze
Where I bleed my wounds on the bloody pages sworn
For all to gawk at and ridicule
In open argument or silent retinue
Here let me write more for your amusement
A flick of the blade ...
Flash of implement raised
A deft controlled slice with no more pain
As easy as that I open a vein ...
Bloody wounds all 'round
Spill...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#frustration
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5 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
21st Jan 2021 5:58pm
21st Jan 2021 5:58pm
Spirits Of A Material Soul
You lurk among my shadows
Watching ...
Your silence as loud as thunderous applause
Your quiet glimpses an indictment to my soul
But don't look into my heart
It reeks with necrotic flesh decaying under an unrelenting sun
Food for predators and bottom feeders alike
Charred to obsidian it will only revive with honest true love
There's always Jarvik ...
Watching ...
Your silence as loud as thunderous applause
Your quiet glimpses an indictment to my soul
But don't look into my heart
It reeks with necrotic flesh decaying under an unrelenting sun
Food for predators and bottom feeders alike
Charred to obsidian it will only revive with honest true love
There's always Jarvik ...
#hurt
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FeNyX
Poem Published
29th Jan 2021 6:23pm
29th Jan 2021 6:23pm
Never Surrender
Sometimes we think of life in concrete terms
When maybe it's only that just out of reach nest of dreams
We're destined to chase and reach for pulling us through
Until we just stop ... all a ploy to keep us moving until we can't
Or not ...
When maybe it's only that just out of reach nest of dreams
We're destined to chase and reach for pulling us through
Until we just stop ... all a ploy to keep us moving until we can't
Or not ...
#love
#LifeCycle
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FeNyX
Poem Published
30th Dec 2020 5:32pm
30th Dec 2020 5:32pm
Dissonant Chimes In The Soundtrack Of Life
Calling out of tune Dammit!
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
Blaring when dulce demanded
Tinkle tackle tingly
Skin crawling with aversion
Cant they see its subversion
Underwater it might do
Cackling and crackling
In open sunny air
Only leads to despair
Clackety crackle pop
Stop it dammit!!!
Definitely not Janet!!!
Slipping the knot
Drop the chair
Cant you see how your words
Can lead to permanent disrepair
Tss ba ba tss ba ba tss ba ba splash
Better now it's time to crash ...
...
#love
#depression
#MentalHealth #despair
#MentalHealth #despair
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FeNyX
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 4:40pm
31st Jan 2021 4:40pm
On Compassion
To do a thing that serves you is good
To do a thing that helps you is good
To do a thing that doesnt serve or help you
That provides even a sliver of service to another is compassion ...
Proud to know so many such souls ... and more are needed
You are always welcome ...
Bless and love ...
To do a thing that helps you is good
To do a thing that doesnt serve or help you
That provides even a sliver of service to another is compassion ...
Proud to know so many such souls ... and more are needed
You are always welcome ...
Bless and love ...
#love
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InNomine
Poem Published
30th Apr 2021 9:26am
30th Apr 2021 9:26am
unfurling
i.
they say we write lonely
that there has to be
some sadness in poetry
but what if
we just float
eyes closed/face up
breathing slowly/bobbing gently
with every filling of lungs
water enveloping our senses
reminding our amphibian DNA
where we came from
not sad/not lonely
just there
like primordial survival
and what if
the distance between words
feels like bioluminescence
like magic
like life
ii.
i read a theory once
on being the only consciousness
in...
they say we write lonely
that there has to be
some sadness in poetry
but what if
we just float
eyes closed/face up
breathing slowly/bobbing gently
with every filling of lungs
water enveloping our senses
reminding our amphibian DNA
where we came from
not sad/not lonely
just there
like primordial survival
and what if
the distance between words
feels like bioluminescence
like magic
like life
ii.
i read a theory once
on being the only consciousness
in...
#evolution
#NaPoWriMo2021
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
30th Apr 2019 6:31am
Lakeside 29/30
And the wind soughing in the trees
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
Catches in their ears, is sent out
In scouting parties of sensation down their spines.
If you say it became language or it was nothing,
Who touched whom?
In what hurtle of starlight?
Poor language, poor theory
Of language. - Robert Hass
I take out the box, it could be any kind-
a shoebox or a treasure chest, or a room-
and currently the lid is closed. I’m not
here to talk about the cat,
if it’s dead or present. Here I am in life,
opening it and what do you know
but a...
#identity
#NaPoWriMo2019
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3 Comments
_feral
Poem Published
28th Jun 2022 2:44am
28th Jun 2022 2:44am
eight word story
we taste
like shadows
weaving in
the dark.
like shadows
weaving in
the dark.
#minimalist
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 21/30
It is a fact, a small fact. A known one
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
among our kind. Among the singed.
Among the moths of fringes and in their
fringes is this fact burnt from that what
we misunderstand as the moon in the kitchen.
It is a joyous metaphor of the night-blues.
There we edge drawers of butchers
and carvers. There we prosody
with the mashers and the strainers.
The boiling point and the preservatives,
the thermostat that will sink in a side.
All those are emotions ready at hand
for lamentations of...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
23rd Apr 2019 5:05am
Lakeside 22/30
We say who we were right then.
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
Tell me, were you made to uncurl
your proboscis and bend the antennae
down as the television turns into dirty snow.
We disturb each other’s entry-ways
with tell me more, tell me more about the world
outside, I’ve just came from this place,
this cemented state,
something grey and narrow and it wasn’t the sky,
I barely made it out. The subject always
leaves the kitchen lights on with the grace
of a million moons. Somehow, we flew there
without science. Once upon a hot night,
I...
#identity
#nature
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
#culture #NaPoWriMo2019
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